Bar Doctoring…

“Dr. Tafuro, we have a sick passenger in economy. She’s vomited twice can you come check on her.”

*Narrators Voice*: And that’s when Marc regretted putting the Honorific “Dr.” in front of his name when booking his ticket 

I was Flying Business Class from Bangkok to HK, enroute to Beijing when the Flight attendant inquired about the Doctor Title. Now not to get into if Chiropractors are “Real” doctors or not but I really shouldn’t know what to do in these situations.

“Dr. Tafuro we hate to interrupt your 7th flute of Deutz Brut but…”🍾🥂 

The fight attendant told me the patient had vomited twice. I asked if there was a thermometer on board to check her temperature 🤒. The flight attendant said they already checked her temperature and she had no fever.

Oh good, No Ebola.

“Does she speak English”: “No”

Well no need in going to talk with her.

As we were flying into Hong Kong at the time I asked if she was a resident of Hong Kong, and the flight attendant said no she was not.

“Ok just monitor her and see if she vomits again or starts to have a fever. If it gets worse I want the captain to radio Hong Kong and have medical personnel waiting for her. Also have Immigrations and Customs officials with them so they can clear her to enter Hong Kong and get her to the hospital.”

Now how the hell did I think of all that:

Have I mentioned my new best friend from last week “Jerry”.

I met Jerry in the Mexican Cantina and restaurant in Bangkok. Jerry is your straight from central casting laid back fun loving 70 year old born and raised in Hawaii big Kahuna type.

When I shared some of my chips and salsa with Jerry he had a perceptible shake that caused some of the salsa to fall off the chip.

“I still shake but I’m 80% back to normal as I used to be a quadriplegic.”

I was about to find out that Jerry had one Hell of a story.

Basically about 15 or 20 years ago he was leaving Manila after a 3 week vacation in which his thumbs went numb before departing for the airport. At the airport checkin his arms and feet tingled.

A few hours into the flight he didn’t have the strength to pull down his zipper to go to the Bathroom.

By the end of the flight he couldn’t get out of his seat.

He had become a complete quadriplegic in under 24 hours.

Medical personnel was waiting for Jerry on the Runway in Honolulu but he couldn’t go to the hospital until customs and immigration, not present, cleared him 🙄.

When Jerry was diagnosed several hours later the prognosis was not good: Guillain–Barré syndrome: a rapid-onset muscle weakness caused by the immune system damaging the peripheral nervous system. About a 1 in 100,000 incidence of getting GBS, it being yet another afflication that 23 year old asshole Marc sitting in pathology class at the Los Angeles College of Chiropractic said “I’m going to be a Chiropractor, why do I have to know this shit.

Jerry went on, as I mentioned, to recover 80% of his nervous system function, including, he said with a wink and a smile what many men consider its MOST Important function (Hey Bangkok 😉)

I listened to Jerry’s story more intently than I did to my classes in Chiropractic college and because of that I literally knew how to handle a medical situation at 35K feet.

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